So, yeah. I wrote a blog. Cassandra Clare read it and passed it around. Life is pretty much complete now, isn’t it? Unfortunately whilst the blogiverse was basking in my brilliance on all things Jace and fandom I was fearful for something going on in real life. Last Thursday my mom went into the hospital with (what we thought) was a heart attack. Suffice it to say things have mellowed out (no heart failure! Woot woot!) but my head has not been on books this week. Lest I allow this to turn into a “Poor me! I’m whining on my blog that’s not about real life about real life!!!” I’ll spare you the details. Let’s just leave it at this – last week was not a good week for me; emotionally, mentally (there’s a difference), and physically. I am very tired this week. Thrilled, and tired. I am also very, very humbled.
Last week served to remind me that there are more important things in life than my fantasies. Duly noted. This week is for re-burying my ostrich head in the sand again. The proverbial sand being my books.
To that end, I came home to presents. Many, many much-needed soul-perking presents.
– The new, immediate, prioritized “TO BE READ” pile. Be jealous. Be very, very jealous –
– UK edition of The Deserter by Peadar O’Guilin.
Sent to my home courtesy of Peadar himself. Score! –
– Postage from sending something from there to here. I’m sure it’s unintentional, and that he doesn’t “know” I like cephalopods… but… I like cephalopods, or at least I like typing the word cephalopods. I’m thinking of making a bookmark out of it. –
– The “best” part (better than the Octopus Vulgaris stamp, but only just) – a signature. It reads “To Krys, from an ever-grateful author.” Awwww. –
I think it’s safe to say the book Gods have been kind to me. Receiving Peadar’s book was the highlight though. For those of you who are not familiar you really need to get out there and read The Inferior. It’s one of the most fascinating Young Adult Dystopian Science fictions I have read to date. Twice, and I think I currently hold the handselling record for it in the U.S. in a bookstore. No joke. Peadar’s also one of the first people to encourage me to write a blog in the first place… and, tacitly, was instrumental in picking the name. Well, by default. He voiced approval of the name after I had come up with it (only to discover I wasn’t as original as I thought at first. There are more bibliopunks in the world, but only one me. Wah wah!).
…and here you thought all this time this blog was constructed to promote events through the store I work in. Not so. It’s mostly just a tool to sell Peadar’s book. There, you’ve found me out world!
Peadar and I began an email correspondence a few years ago just after the release of The Inferior, at my initiation of course. He had no reason to contact me back then. I was delighted when I saw his first email in my inbox and fast forward almost three years (Christ!) and countless moments of hilarity and I am still excited to see an email from him in my inbox. I am thrilled to have this in my hands in print. Congrats Peadar. And thank you! It was my favourite birthday present this year.
Besides my mom living through the weekend, that is.
… and it was my birthday this weekend. So yay! I’m older and dumber. And I was nursing my mother on the actual day of so I’m declaring a do-over. I want an unbirthday this year. Dammit! I deserve one to erase the original one. Sigh.
My apologies to Lia Habel. I was reading Dearly Departed when I received “the phone call” and I’ve since been knocked out of your book. My bad, I’ll resume when I’m further from the crazy and it doesn’t remind me of sitting in hospitals.
So brings this long time-wasting blog update to a close. I’m going to catch hell for this considering I once swore I would never write these updates (sorry Greg!) but… considering the tumultuous week I’ve had… I think I needed to vent. And now it’s out, and I can get back to what I do best, bury my head in the sand! Yay.
I promise a review for Bloodlines by Richelle Mead though. I’m nearly done… and it is fabulous!
And, the answer to the question I got asked numerous times is this – I don’t like Alex Pettyfer because the man can’t act. Enough said.
P.S. If anyone knows how to do little animations of me wearing kitty ears and whinging mightily or (secondly) wiggling mightily you should contact me. I know nothing of such things and might like to have you make me one. Greg, this includes you.
P.P.S Also, I promise to announce winners for my most recent ARC giveaways in the next few days. I have to go through all those entries still! Thanks folks.
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